The old man studied Eccar with sharp vigilance, his gaze steady and cold. The caution in his eyes bordered on hostility. It was clear that he did not like anyone stepping into this place, especially someone who had slipped through the building unnoticed and reached the deepest level.
His fingers moved slightly beneath the cloak, subtle but deliberate, as if he were ready to cast a spell at any moment.
"You," the old man said slowly, his voice echoing softly across the chamber. "Are you the one causing the commotion outside?"
Eccar hesitated for a brief moment. "Probably better to be honest."
He nodded.
"Yeah. That was me," Eccar replied calmly. "I didn't want to hurt anyone. That's why I pulled the beasts toward the canyon instead of attacking them."
The old man's expression hardened slightly.
"The beasts from the forest beyond the ridge are dangerous. You made them attack this place," he said. "Driving them here changes nothing. They would have hurt people."
